There's something about trying to do too much that creates nothing but chaos and leads to getting absolutely nothing done.
For months I said: I’m going to train…tomorrow.
I’ve been tired since the Poconos – both mentally and physically.
But it wasn’t until Thursday when I mentioned a new race to my most favorite triathlete that I realized: I need an assistant to just track race calendars.
I was about to book an Olympic Distance race for July, not realizing it is exactly one week earlier than another 70.3 that Tri-guy and I were talking about doing.
Damn it all to hell!
How on earth did the time fly by so quickly and how come no one told me?
Oh, um, they did. Right. I just kept thinking: No big deal. I’ll get out there tomorrow. Seems like tomorrow has come and gone and now its next week.
So, what say we get my butt out there and start training?
‘What’s on the calendar, Bubbles?’ you ask?
Well, let’s see:
Eagleman 70.3 is on June 10th in Maryland (and I even booked a hotel! Okay, I’ve waited too long to get a good rate, but that’s what I get)
Then we have Harbor National 70.3 in Maryland (what is it with Maryland this year) on August 5th. (Yep, just booked a hotel for that one, too!)
And we wrap up the season (so funny for this moderate triathlete to have a ‘season’) with the race that started it all a few years ago, Danskin in Sandy Hook, NJ on September 18th. Thankfully, no hotel needed for that one since it’s a ‘local’ race. This is the race that always makes me cry.
Danskin’s motto is ‘the woman who starts this race is not the same as the woman who finishes’ and they are so right. You see every shape and size at this all-women race and it’s like being with thousands of your best friends and sisters. I honestly feel that it is one of the best races out there - of all time. No, really.
Now, for a favor, these races are fun, sure, but they also serve a purpose: They remind me that even when I think I can’t, I can. Um, so do you think that I could ask for your help? No, you don’t have to swim, bike or run with me, not really. But if you’d just remember to push me along a little, that would be super sweet, but more importantly, it would be really helpful and I’d be grateful for the push, pull, poke, whatever.
Now, I’m out of here. It’s time to get Zoe, the wonder bike, into the car for a ride later.
And maybe it’s time for me to go find one of the swimsuits I stuffed into the back of my closet in October.
I think it might be time to get a new pair and practice falling for a couple of weeks. Anyone have an extra Ace bandage or two that I can borrow?
See you out there. I’ll be the one with the bright blue helmet and goggles hanging from my rearview mirror.
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